Last Saturday saw the final product of many months’ effort come and go, not with a bang, but with a whimper…at least for me, anyway. That is to say, many different feelings came into play–the excitement over seeing old friends, the worry that something would go wrong, the anxiety over pleasing everybody, the rush of responsibility, and the emptiness, the fatigue, after it’s all over–and combined to leave me with the overall feeling of “That’s it?” (Only after sleeping like a log after it was done.)
Iunno. Coordinating the thing had its pluses and minuses. The satisfaction of a job well done is one thing, but every so often I’d wonder just what possessed me to accept responsibility for this thing. The fact that I lacked experience contributed to a sense of worry that prevented me from enjoying the night as much as I should (having to excuse myself from hanging out with friends I hadn’t seen in ages to take care of “reunion bidness” was both useful and disappointing). If I wasn’t busy tending to some aspect of the event, I was busy photographing it. I barely allowed myself the chance to sample some of the food I’d selected for dinner because basically I wasn’t hungry–I was already filled with anxiety.
In the end, though, it was fun, and no one has voiced any serious complaints to me…or is it just that they know how nervous I was and they’re just humoring me? Nah.
The one regret I have, and there’s very little I’ve found I can do about it, is that I didn’t take more pictures. I coulda taken more pictures. (Here are the pictures I did take.)
The unfortunate thing about this is that my experience makes me a good candidate to coordinate the 10-year reunion. Whatever. Out of sight, out of mind.
…and no sidewinding, bushwhacking, hornswoggling cracker croaker is gonna ruin my biscuit cutter!
Toe Ron Toe Phoe Toes.
What rolls down stairs,
Alone or in pairs,
Rolls over your neighbor’s dog?
What’s great for a snack,
And fits on your back?
It’s ___, ___, ___!
The poster exhibit at the ISMRM conference is so popular, even a couple of pigeons made their way down the aisles of the exhibit hall to see what’s on the forefront of MR imaging. Unfortunately my camera seemed to be missing its battery, so the moment came and went.
I may have some job prospects… let’s hope for the best. Also, do I want to commit to an MD/PhD program? Decisions, decisions.
Well… Toronto’s absolutely dreary right now, but it’s supposed to get better in the next few days. I’ll be taking pictures when the sun comes out, rest assured. The conference kicks into high gear tomorrow (it’s only been educational sessions today and yesterday) so we’ll see how things go. I have a headache, but at least they have wireless access at the convention center, but the hotel’s (relatively) too far from the convention center so it’s a hassle to be shuttling back and forth all the time.
Despite what you might remember from your childhood watching cartoons, animal characters that look and behave like people are not cute. In fact, they can give you nightmares.
I’m off to Toronto for a few days. Maybe you’ll hear from me, maybe not. “And Italy invented fascism in 1922 ~V Mussolini said, ‘Right, we~Rre all fascists!’ but, most Italian people are always on scooters going, ‘Ciao~E’”
“KATHARINE BROOSTAH?” inquires our old friend Arnie S., beginning the first of many one-liners that are too perfect for use in the various Arnold Schwarzenegger sound boards, but not before he dazzles us with an impression of Elton John.
Packed with action, Terminator 3 really satisfies. Special effects provide enough eye candy to give most people sugar headaches. If you’re looking for a dessert along the lines of “waffer-thin,” Kristanna Loken as the Terminatrix (aka T-X) will certainly fill you up, or you can go with Claire Danes as KATHARINE BROOSTAH to follow the main course–a generous serving of quintessential Ahnold.
With helpings of humor both deliberate and accidental, Terminator 3 is a complete part of a balanced breakfast.
Films set in New York seem to like using the Character-Takes-Cab-And-Gets-Stuck-In-Traffic device, almost to the point of exasperation. I want to grab said character and say, “Here’s a (token|Metrocard). Use it.”
Tomorrow (today, I guess) is my last paid day of work and I am sleepy. Grogginess ensues.
